A 21st Century Memoir.

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#OctPoWriMo: Day 16-19 #MeToo

OctPoWriMo Day 16:

We help our people?
What about Puerto Rico?
There’s still no power.

OctPoWriMo Day 17: Journey through the Universe

Twenty-seven turns
around the sun to get here.
—Still hoping for more.

OctPoWriMo Day 18: Nightmare

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#OctPoWriMo: Day 12-15

OctPoWriMo Day 12: Writing Through Writer’s Block

There are days when there is a need to write and yet nothing to say.
A need to feel a fountain pen in hand gliding across a smooth page,
Or the demand to feel plastic keys move up and down like a ballet.

There’s a mission to move thoughts birthed and housed in gray matter
So that they can entertain and engage others out in the rest of the world.
Those days are the ones where the page is filled up with empty chatter.

The subject evolves from nothing into writing for writing’s sake,
And when the writing’s forced the theme takes a U-turn into procrastination.
Having nothing to say leaves the writer with so much heartache. (more…)


#OctPoWriMo: Day 4-7

OctPoWriMo Day 4: “Between Clouds & The Water” Writing Prompt

22042280_10213996493176987_5919497626760120946_oMy body peacefully drifts across the surface of the pool of water like a piece of wood lost at sea.
I open my eyes for a moment to see the delicate puffs of material like white cotton floating over me.

I close my eyes as I continue to drift between the clouds and the water, barely sinking into the cool blue.
I plan to wait there until the air grows cold and the sun hides behind the grayer clouds giving me the cue.

OctPoWriMo Day 5: Seeing Red

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“I Can’t Stay Present” A Poem About A Wandering Dream

I can’t stay present in one reality.

Zoning out and tuning in;

Shifting thoughts and gazing off

Into distant memories that populate my day dreams

And take up huge amounts of space in my mind.

The drifting moments take me off

Into other worlds and different realities

Where the warping of stars and beautiful

Swirling planetary systems change

And are not the familiar parts

Of the universe that I usually see.

At times I fall deep into a nightmare

And worrying thoughts from conscious life

Plague the spaces usually reserved for better things.

Images, words, sounds, saying, and phrases

Float in and come out of my mind, and sometimes,

They make their way onto paper.